The slurping noises were all over the room. Rahul’s dick was oozing with precum and had already made the sticky spot on her jogger. Rahul started gr...abbing that plumping ass and managed to get a loud moan from Divya.Divya: Ah….Rahul…Stop..Rahul: I can’t, Divya. You know it very well.Divya’s heart was pounding and her breasts were smooched against Rahul’s chest.Rahul strangled Divya and made her fall on the bed. Divya’s boobs bounced with that fall. She was searching for Rahul’s dick. Rahul. Like putty in my hands! I thought, as I rubbed his pulsing hardness up and down, with a slow and tender rhythmic action. There’s nothing I wanted more at that point than to have his thickness deep inside me, but I needed to establish certain boundaries first, if we were to have a proper lasting relationship, so instead I pulled my hand away.“So, did you fuck your wife this weekend, John?”“No, we haven’t had sex in months.” I pitied him, because from what I already knew of him, John was clearly. I don't care what we do, as long as I'm spending time with Daddy. I made sure to dress cute for Daddy in one of his favorite dresses. Of course I didn't wear any panties. I want to kind of surprise Daddy, even though I usually have to strip as soon as I walk into the door. I put my collar on as soon as I got into the car. I love wearing it and I wish I could wear it all the time. There is no feeling in the world like when I have this on. I arrive at Daddy's and walk in. I don't have to. She would often find herselfwandering around the girls sections of clothes stores fantasizing aboutthe sorts of outfits she would buy her imaginary daughter. Sometimes, inmoments of madness, she had found herself buying clothing, chatting withthe cashier about how her little girl had a birthday party that weekend."She's such a fussy little madam," she would say to the cashier. "I pickedher up a dress the other day, but noooo apparently that wasn't 'pinkenough' for her!" she'd say smirking..